Ah, dear Oscar. Dear, dear Oscar. Such a misconstrued gentleman in such a multiplicity of ways.   

Mauve, if I may be so bold as to foreshorten your nomenclature, I suspect you may be right vis-a-vis certain bottoms. But let us not dwell on such base desires and embolden instead our commitment to manifesting a gallimaufry of linguistic and interpersonal pulchritudinousnesses.